Harry Styles Imagines and one-shots.

Meeting at the mall

"Y/N," Gemma called.

"Coming Gem," I called from my room. Gemma and I were going shopping and I was quite excited. Gemma had a lovely style and honestly, I needed some help picking out some new outfits.

Gemma and I had met in a photography class and really taken a liking to each other.

"Sorry, I had to grab my wallet," I smiled at Gemma, and held up my Snoopy themed wallet as proof.

We hopped in Gemma's car and headed to the mall. It was a mall I'd never been to, with lots of store I'd never heard of. Gemma was kindly showing me some patterns that might compliment me.

"Oh, look," Gemma said excitedly. "A photo booth, I love those."

"Let's take pictures," I agreed happily. "My treat, come on ."

We sat in the small booth, making kissy faces, and throwing arms around each other. The first set of four went as planned, all adorable, and radiating platonic love. However, it was the second batch that went a little awry. During the second picture the curtain was thrown back, and an extremely handsome man grinned down at us. The last two photos snapped as we were distracted.

"Harry," Gemma said with a wide smile. "What in the world are you doing."

"Saw your bags outside the booth, and recognized them. Thought I'd ruin your last few photos."

"So, you just so happened to be at the mall today?" She asked.

"Yup," he popped the "P".

We made our way quickly out of the booth, so Harry wasn't towering over us. However, even when I was out of the booth he seemed to tower. I looked at the photos from our second attempt. One had me looking in surprise at the dashing figure above me. The last had me staring at him as though I was already planning our wedding. I hoped Gemma and Harry would forget to ask to see them.

"Let's get some food, and we can talk in the food court. I'd love to be introduced to this gorgeous friend of yours," Harry winked at me and my faces immediately heated up. I thought it was a little forward of him to flirt so blatantly in front of his girlfriend.

"Well, I can do that now," Gemma grinned.

"Y/n this is Harry, my brother. Harry this is y/n from photography class."

"Your brother?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah, he works at the Bakery near our house," Gemma supplied. "And he likes photography too, actually I think you two will get along well."

"Oh, well, hello Harry," I held out a hand. Harry's grin was crooked and endearing.

"Hello, Y/n, I'm really glad to meet you," Harry said, his hand was large and warm.

Harry was ridiculously charming. I felt like I was being blinded by how bright his personality was. I was instantly crushing on him.

"I'm still hungry," Gemma said after we'd finished eating. "I'm gonna go get another fry," she said and walked off to one of the food stations.

"So," Harry leaned back and glanced at me.

"So," I said nervously, eating a chicken nugget.

"Are you single?" He asked next. I choked on my chicken. I pounded on my chest as Harry chuckled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you so much," Harry said sarcastically.

"Sorry, it's just unexpected," I said taking a sip of water.

"What? that I'm asking you out?" He asked. I almost choked again.

"Okay," Harry said with mock sternness. "I'm taking these away, for your own safety," he said and moved my food and drink away from me. I rolled my eyes, but laughed.

"Yes, That you're asking me out," I answered his question.

"Why?" He cocked his head to the side.

"Well, you're, I mean you're so," I trailed off.

"Spit it out," Harry laughed.

"You're so hot," I said finally. Harry laughed again.

"Hot, and nice, and just like wow, so I'm just not sure why you'd wanna ask me out," I said.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked, placing his head on his hand.

"You ask some pretty deep questions for just having met me," I chuckled.

"Well, I think you're very pretty, funny, and kind, from what I can tell, from our conversation."

I was blushing now, hardly able to look Harry in the eyes.

"It's just dinner, and you can say no," he shrugged. "But I've got a feeling we'd work well together."

"No, I definitely don't want to say no," I cracked a smile.

"Well good then," Harry leaned back and smiled. "How about Friday at 8?"

"That works," I beamed.

"Wonderful, I can tell, we won't regret this," he said leaning in and kissing my cheek. I was burning, but I leaned in. I smelt his intoxicating cologne. He moved back slowly.

"What's going on here," Gemma asked with a grin as she returned.

"Nothing," Harry said hurriedly, and now he was the one blushing.